Z huffed at the vague response, roughly crossing her arms. She leaned her head against the back of her seat, then rolled it to the side to look at Lukas. He looked nervous, as was typical. The others seemed calm enough, especially Samuel and Rick. She reached down to rifle through her bag when the thump and tug of Lukas's seatbelt made her look up again. The german boy was leaning forward, unconscious from what she could tell, in his seat. The dark-skinned woman raised her eyebrows and glanced towards Samuel. Trying not to give it much thought, she shook her head and pushed Lukas's shoulder back so that he wasn't slumped forward but rather leaning against the side of the interior.